Old folks hoax

Slowly, slowly he is coming to terms
With the fact that his world will no longer turn.

Painfully he is watching a hole grow in his heart
With the end so close it is too late for him to start.

He’s forgetting, what it is to feel
The scars are deep, he will never heal.

He knows that his wounds have only just begun
He wonders if there is much further left to run.

Gradually he is watching the picture turning grey and grim
Every moment, drawing closer the suffering, still in store for him.

He sees it all gently fading away
And there is nothing he can do or say.

He hears the music dying down
As they take it all, take his crown.

It’s so dark, and there’s nothing left
But he alone can not forget.
The pain increases each day and yet
Only he, has no regrets.